Omen

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And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, and his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, and the lamp-light over him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, shall be lifted nevermore.

- Edgar Allen Poe.

 

Another from my shoot with Seanen on Friday. I found this prop raven on ebay last week and knew I had to buy it and shoot with it when we met, and the wasteland turned out to be the perfect location.

 

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